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No French Cuffs

Plaid flannel shirts of my Northwoods youth smelled of beer and pine cones boat motor gasoline and fresh caught sunfish wood smoke and filtered Winstons when I was a kid the intertwined, pungent aromas of cervelat salami plumbers’ grease, house … Continue reading

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Broadsides

I once asked God for a sign needing more than spiritual Burma-Shave cardboard placards stapled to raw, rough pine sticks Ah, but I am not advertising my tag-board always blankly devoid of political hate hackneyed slogans five-ninety-nine pizza specials! buy your … Continue reading

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First dance

A ma-and-pa resort, small lake north woods of Minnesota small office behind quaint bar, twelve small cabins dozen aluminum rowboats to use; minnows, worms, leeches for sale amenities, ala Angler’s Edge Joe & Gloria’s place The bar a hangout for … Continue reading

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Dutiful

Following my calling and the call dropped I call back nobody picks up nobody calls back I have left the messages trying to reconnect number no longer in service ‘your recipient hasn’t set up voice mail for this account’ Am … Continue reading

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Tips

Life is not karaoke performing words, ways of others interest me not at all imitation less sincere flattery more pandering laziness someone else’s persona under guise of your ‘interpretation’ nothing there is real. I sit on a rickety stool deliver … Continue reading

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‘Bang. Bangbangbang.’

Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or … Continue reading

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